Written by: F Riebl
Recordings:
- Cities (2006)
Lyrics:
Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need
I got my shopping list of love right here,
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
Oh would you gimme some, could you gimme some
Do I get a little piece of that honey pie?
Sunday morning hits
Like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music
Sweet music coming in from outside
Miss Soul, won't you tell me all the pretty things you need
(Miss Soul, won't you tell me all the pretty things you need)
I got my shopping list of love right here,
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
(I'll get your shopping list, remind you what's the 1, 2, 3)
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
(And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy)
Oh would you gimme some, gimme some, gimme some of your honey pie
(ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
Sunday morning hits
Like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music
Sweet music coming in from outside
Sunday morning hits
Like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music
Sweet music coming in from outside
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